Corpse Bride Vows Full Novels & Stories

“Just answer my questions honestly. Do you swear fealty to this house and all the vampires that dwell within it?” “Yes,” she said. “Do you swear to keep our secrets, that you will not harm, cause harm, or cause someone to bring harm to us?” “Yes.” “Do you accept our dominion over you?” “Yes.” Matthew took her wrist and bit into it. Cassidy hissed, but said nothing. Then he bit into his own wrist and brought it to her lips, while bringing her hand to his mouth At the point where they exchanged blood, Declan turned away. Sharing blood with a human was an unbelievably intimate act, and he couldn’t stand watching.

My vow hung in the air, heavy, unbreakable. This wasn’t defeat. This was the beginning of her end.

Damian turned, looking at Enola with such intensity that Enola felt her cheeks burning. “I do.” Damian’s voice was deep and steady. “Do you, Enola Spark, take Damian Cassel to be your husband?” Enola held her breath for a moment. “I do.” Enola’s voice was soft but clear. The next second, applause echoed. Clarine, who was sitting in the guest seats, clutched her dress angrily, her face pale. Meanwhile, Reginald Spark, her uncle, only smiled stiffly to hide his anger. When it was time for the bride and groom to kiss, Damian approached, his hand gently touching Enola’s jaw. He leaned down and briefly pressed his lips to Enola’s. The kiss was short and formal, but it was enough to make Enola’s h

The vampire and his bride part 1 Aurora's heart pounded in her chest as the maids guided her down the dimly lit corridors of the castle. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the ancient stone walls, creating an almost otherworldly atmosphere that sent shivers down her spine. She could hardly believe the events that had led to this moment. Just hours ago, she had stood beside Lucian in a ceremony that seemed like a surreal dream, her vows mingling with his in a union that felt both fated and fantastical. The memory of the ritual still clung to her, the scent of incense and the murmur of incantations echoing in her mind.

The Vampire sat up from the bed, and walked to where he heard the loose and scared whimpers. “Gotcha!” Ambrose laughed, bending under the bed before he dragged the young girl out from under the bed, and held her up against him, a mirror in front of them showed the both of them. With Ambrose behind her laughing sinisterly, inhaling her scent that was filled with fear. Yes, fear was what got him off before he feeds on his prey. He kissed the neck of the young woman who cried. “Please don’t..k..kill me, I will.. do anything.” The young woman cried. Her heart was low in her stomach, she was really scared but she tried so hard not to show the night creature that she was scared.

Her body bucks as she cries out my name over and over, breathless and panting. Only when she's still, do I release her. Only when she's still, do I bring my lips to hers and kiss her again, let her taste us together. Because tonight is our true wedding night. Tonight, is when I claim my bride. My wife. And tonight, I vow that if any man should touch her, hurt her, fucking look at her wrong, I will kill them. I will tear them apart limb from limb with my bare hands. — | — |—

the warrior asked me again. Without further ado, I knew that I had to give an answer. "If you promise that my maid, Ophelia, my assistant, Andreas, and the people who supported me are safe and sound, I’ll marry you." For a while, the Crimson Warrior was looking at me with his emerald green eyes. "It's a deal then," he responded. ***

On it: a shallow basin, empty now, stained dark with centuries of spilled blood. Seraphine appeared beside the basin, fading, translucent. “Speak the vow,” she said. “Blood of the bridge. Tear of the betrayed. Kiss of life. Seal it here, where it began.” Elara drew the fang again, held it high. “I, Elara Thorne-Blackthorn, bridge of the split packs, bleed willingly,” she said, voice ringing off the walls. She sliced deeper, blood flowing freely now, letting it drip into the basin. Silver droplets hissed on contact, steam rising like spirits released.